Tom McQuiston died on July 23, 2007 at 5:25pm.
Surrounded by his family & the music he loved. After a long valiant battle with
Lung and Heart disease. He has gone to his much deserved rest. The service was
held at St. George's church in Birtle followed by a lunch and then an
interment of ashes at the Cathedral Church of St Matthew's in Brandon on
13th Street. Marion Howard
Webmaster note: Tom had a great fondness
for Maybole and over the years was a regular contributor to the website. His wit
and wisdom will be greatly missed. Below are Tom's obituary and a eulogy
given by his son followed by excerpts of some of his
correspondence with the folks in Maybole and two very humorous stories he shared
Obituary for McQUISTON,
Tom, B. SC. Hort, Master of Divinity
January 15, 1930 to July 23, 2007
It is with sorrow we announce the death of the Reverend Tom
McQuiston on July 23, 2007 at the Shoal Lake hospital. He was surrounded by his
family & the music he loved. He is survived by his wife of 47 years Morag and
children Marion Howard (David) and Duncan, grandchildren Katrina & Stephen. By
brothers Iain & Fiona and Bryce & Sheena. Sisters-in-law Marion Farrell, Fiona
& Michael Hewitt, Heide Duncan & numerous nieces & nephews.
Tom was born in Maybole, Scotland and came to Canada with his
young family in the summer of 1966 & settled in British Columbia. He held
numerous careers over the course of his life, from janitor to gas jockey to
chicken farmer. In 1976 he chose to return to university for his new calling,
the priesthood. In 1979 he brought his family east to Brandon, Manitoba. He
finished his internship at St. Matthew’s and was sent to the “mini diocese” of
Glenboro with 6 parishes. After 2 years there he returned to St. Matthews for
the next 4 years & finished his career in Birtle, Manitoba.
After retirement he pursued his other passion, gardening.
Together with his wife Morag they turned their yard into a show place & even
The funeral service will be held on Friday, July 27, 2007 at St.
George’s Anglican church in Birtle at 11 am and a service of Internment of Ashes
at the Cathedral Church of St. Matthew, 13th Street in Brandon on
Friday, July 27, 2007 at 3pm.
In lieu of flowers, donations to the Wider Parish of Birtle,
PWRDF or a charity of your choice. Arrangements with Braendle-Bruce Funeral
Services, Russell, Manitoba.
Eulogy for Dad (by his son Duncan)
I would like to start out by reporting that
distiller George Ballantine and Son LTD have reported a sudden drop in sales.
Anyone with stock should probably sell now!!
Seventy-seven years seems like a long time,
but at the same time it seems too short to know someone like Tom McQuiston. A
life that saw thirteen different US presidents, four British monarchs and
thirteen Canadian Prime Ministers. A life that saw events that shaped the world
we live in today, and a life that shaped more lives than can easily be counted.
Those who knew Dad could always count on a
warm smile, a quick flash of wit and an infectious laugh. He managed to fit in a
diverse amount of interests into his life: music, janitor, gas-jockey,
horticulturalist, farmer, church minister, camp director and most importantly
He married Morag, the love of his life and was
with her for forty-seven love-filled years. He had two children, Marion and
Duncan, a wonderful son-in-law David, and two grand-children, his ‘Katrinka’ and
Dad enjoyed meeting people everywhere he went,
and when he couldn’t get out to meet people he plugged into a new resource, the
Internet. I do not know how many people he met online, but I do know that he
loved this new experience. (not bad for a person who needed help with his VCR!!)
He contributed to the content of various sites, including the Maybole and Birtle
Dad had a mischievous streak to him that he
would pull out whenever he felt like it. From rubber insects inserted into beds
to ‘re-decorating’ a person’s lawn and then dressing up as a police inspector to
investigate, his love of a good laugh kept all around him greatly entertained.
His love of ‘performing’ led him to do plays, from a scientist in a small town
play to ‘the ruler of the King’s Navy’ in HMS Pinafore. Interacting with people
was a true joy for him.
From a personal perspective we seemed to have
the usual father-son relationship: concern on his part, mild rebellion on mine.
He instilled in me a love of music (still can’t play an instrument) and I tried
to involve him in my interests. He did not seem to care for video games, so I
was shocked when he returned from a trip to California with a Nintendo in tow.
More to the point he actually got good at it!! He was very happy that I finally
settled on something that I enjoyed and still enjoy doing as a career, as he
worried that I would remain waiting on tables :-)
Dad collected art, creating some of his own
with needle-point and photography. He was always proud to show things off, be it
things of his own or the various accomplishments of his family.
After his well-deserved retirement he settled
in the town he had grown to love, Birtle. He loved the people and the setting,
and was always first in line to welcome a new doctor, several of which became
Even when his health started to decline he
still made time for people and family. The door to the house (and the cabinet)
were always open. His zest for life and all that it offered kept him going,
right up to the end. I know we will all miss him greatly, partially because he
is gone, partially because of wanting to be with him, and partially to see what
he might have come up with next for himself!!
This will seem an odd reference, but whenever
I see footage of Queen Elizabeth II in Ottawa for the signing of the
Constitution and that wonderful moment when Peirre Tredeau is walking behind her
spinning a pirouette I always think of Dad as having the same sense of humour. I
ask you to keep all the fond memories you have of him close to your hearts. I
thank all of you for sharing in his life with us.
2003) We are now back in Birtle. Yes I have retired again for the sixth time!! I
was supposed to have been at the cathedral for only three months, however it
turned out to be ELEVEN! (March 2002) ....As for myself. Well to put it in a short
manner, I am back working!!! Last fall the Rector of the Cathedral in Brandon
was elected bishop of the Diocese of Brandon. That meant that he really had to
quit at the Cathedral and move to the "Pentagon", that is the Synod Office, half
a block from the Cathedral. He asked me if I would "come out of hiding" and run
the Cathedral until someone a bit younger be appointed to the post. So, here I
am at the Cathedral. I have been here since the beginning of January. We had to
move into the city as it is a 90 mile drive to Birtle. Brandon is a city of
about 40,000, and is really a large rural community. I guess we will be here for
about another five months or so.
will see from the name of the sender that I just might be a wee bit familiar
with Maybole. So I write to you to congratulate the compilers of "Maybole,
Past and Present" for a wonderful job well done. My brother Bryce sent me a
copy and I have been gleaning the pages to see who I can identify. I haven't
found myself yet, but perhaps the local polis didn't have my picture!! I have
been writing back and forth with Bryce and my brother Iain to try and bring to
light some of the local worthies, and we are having moderate success. But, you
have to remember the years are advancing and the eyes are growing a bit dim.
for myself, I left the town in 1956 and went to London to a job in the seed
trade. I got married to Morag in London (she is still with me - photo above), and in 1966 we left the
shores of Britain and came to Canada. To cut a looooong story short, in 1975 I
enrolled in a theological college and in 1980 was ordained, wait for it, a
priest in the Anglican Church of Canada. That to you would be the "piscies".
My last parish was in a rural town in the province of Manitoba called Birtle. My
wife and I bought a house in the town and have settled here in retirement in
1996. You might want to take a look at the 'hub of the universe'. It is not up
to the standard of the Maybole page, but we are a small community.
photo to the right was taken around 1952?. It was taken in the back yard of our house on
Cargill Road. In the background are a house or two on Gardenrose Path. I have a
story, told to me a long time ago, about the Reverend Roderick Lawson. (see
story below) It was
told to me many years ago by an old man who had some connection with the town.
Of course, he is long dead. He was a dentist in Glasgow. His name was McCrindle.
With kind regards, and again, congratulations on your very fine production.
Birtle, Manitoba, Canada
A memory of the
war years...by Tom McQuiston
I remember Mother mixing butter and
margarine together to eak out the butter. But of course we had no refrigeration
and the butter went rancid. So that experiment was a disaster! Father was an ARP
warden and when the siren was sounded he had to get out of bed, dress and go to
the Wardens' Post which was on Ladyland Road near by Kirkoswald Road. We lived
at that time on the corner of Cargill Road and Gardenrose Path, and of course
the gate over the tracks at the station at that time was closed, and he had to
go around by the road bridge.
The usual thing
however was that he would be about 'Teeny Hannah's' when the 'All Clear' was
sounded, and he had to turn around and come home. Not a happy father!! The only
other thing that I can remember was when a German plane was shot over Clydebank
and managed to limp away from the fray only to crash land somewhere near Gallows
Hill. I remember going to see it. The three Germans walked into a farmhouse and
gave themselves up.
Mr. A. B. Coburn -
Headmaster Cairn School. As
remembered by Tom McQuiston.
"I was about nine years old when I first attended Cairn
School. You must remember in those days the teachers were seen as 'gods'
and as for the 'Heedmaister', he was above all things. I remember the
features of Alex Coburn in this way. He had a shock of hair that started
almost right above his eyebrows and was swept straight back over his head.
(Boy, do I wish that I had a head of hair like that now!) Of mannerisms,
the only one that I can remember was that he had a habit of putting both
hands over his face and rubbing his face vigorously. There were times when
I thought that he was going to rub it all away!!
One of the other things that I remember was his ring. He
had a black ring on his finger, which one I cannot remember, and I was
told that it was made of polished lava. It was very impressive. (It may
have been onyx.) Whenever he came into the classroom all the pupils stood
until told by Mr.Coburn to sit down. But that happened when any adult
person came into the classroom, well maybe, except for the Janitor. Of
course it must be remembered that Britain was at war in those days. It was
at that time I learned to knit. We knitted nine inch squares that were
eventually, with others, stitched into the size of a blanket and sent to
the men in the submarines.
But, I digress. Alex Coburn was a wonderful musician. He
could play anything on the piano. At least once a week he would come into
the classroom and have us sing. I think that there was a piano in each
classroom. He would screw up his face, rub it, and standing, would play
the piano with what seemed like ten hands!! Oh, it was not a concert, it
was to accompany us to sing. And the songs were, (this sounds like the
Oscars), Elgar's "Land of Hope and Glory", and the Sailors Hymn, "Eternal
Father Strong to Save". I have never forgotten these two works, and to
this day when the hymn is played, and I must admit that it is not sung too
often in almost land locked Manitoba, my thoughts go back to the days at
Cairn School and Alex Blue Coburn."
Note: Mr A. B. COBURN retired as Headmaster of
Cairn School in 1954. He had been appointed to his position in 1927 and
was only the second headmaster the school had had since it opened in 1890.
He was succeeded by Mr J. Nicolson.
is a story, told to me a long time ago, about the
Roderick Lawson. The Reverend gentleman had a club foot. It was his custom
to come down the High Street and go to the store that is shown in the
Guide as that belonging to R.A.O. Blackley. The stone step had become
worn over the many years of feet crossing it, and this was very handy for
Lawson who managed to swing his club foot over it without having to lift
the foot too high. Well of course we never shy away from progress, and the
store keeper decided to replace the step with an unworn one. Everyone "oo'd" and
"ah'd" at this improvement. That is until Lawson come walking into the
store. Not knowing about the step, and therefore not lifting his foot, the
reverend gentleman caught his toe on the step and measured his length
along the floor of the store. Would you wonder he never shopped there
McQuiston. Birtle, Manitoba, Canada